Sunday, 11 August 2013

Once Upon a Local Train in Mumbai

People in the front, those standing at the very edge of the
platform are virtually a fart away from death. Behind them, a crowd builds up:
a motley mix of smartphone wielding persons engrossed in flinging birds at
pigs. A few others loiter around with their gadgets in hand and earphones in
place, ostensibly listening to music, actually trying to be flashy.

Almost invariably, everybody, irrespective of gender,
resembles a newly ordained mother. The bags lie to the front of the commuters,
much like the bags hassled new-moms use to carry their babies. (Continue reading here)